Boomer stood on the wide allure, the wall walk, of the Fane of the Setting Sun and looked to the east.
He took a long draw from his thick briar pipe.
“Youths just lack discipline. If you like, I’ll go give them a good tongue lashing!” the dwarf growled.
Knarra looked at Eyerthrein and Erinnia sitting near the edge of the forest, at Vanni and Kyrsstina practicing in the meadow, and at Dael watching Cyttia work out.
“They are doing what they should be doing. You have prepared for tomorrow. Haven’t you checked everything three times?” Knarra asked.
“Yes, but I should check four…or five. You can’t be too prepared,” the dwarf answered.
Eomore approached and added, “My old friend, you have dotted the I’s and crossed the T’s. You have checked everything. Relax and enjoy your pipe. We’ll have ale after dinner.”
“Aye…or two, or three,” Boomer laughed.
Eomore looked at Knarra.
The priestess’s snow white hair glistened in the late afternoon soon. Except for Cara, the priestess was the most alluring female he had ever seen. She watched Kyrsstina and Vanni.
“They look good together, Eomore. Maybe I see a future for our land,” she said.
“I feel strong. I see a future as well. My son Tarrance progresses well in his studies. Vanni is resolved to our quest. We have a great ally in Ooranth. Even the Drolls send emissaries to Ooranth. Bonds are forming that never existed before. I see the Dark Elves as a potential resource. Encounters with them are likely. We have never had the power of druidical and illusory Magick. We offer a diverse resistance to the Evil in the Lachinor,” Eomore responded.
“The Dark Elves have long memories. They tell their stories by the campfires of their reclusive lairs. We cannot allow them to gaze upon Queen Cara or probably Erinnia- maybe not Cade. The legend of the slaughter on the field before Detlor during the war against the Sorcerer of the Lachinor still graces their stories. They still smell the fires burning. You know the uncanny resemblance the queen has to the youthful Deathqueen- she was called Theandra then?” Knarra warned.
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